so i was going to do last kiss but

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tagged by @promixing aahh sorry for doing this so late I haven’t been on tumblr consistently lmao but thank you tagging me <3333 you’re cute as always~

HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS FISH HAT MY BROTHER JUST GOT, it says kiss my bass on the side. I wore to go bowling last night and got a lot of looks lmaoo

anyway tagging @basic-bitch-baek @of-yehets-and-ohorats @nuzhat @hellomellowyellowjello @playboyjongin @tangledface @myusshi @the-suho-awakens @pandabearlikes @realgotmarkson

anonymous asked:

Hey boo, wanted to share 😁 So last night went clubbing with my bff, her sister and her mates. I smoke and one of her sister's frnds smokes too, so we go to the smoking booth every now and then. Night goes on and clubs about to close so we're at the booth with my last smoke and she's pissed we finished our pack. She grabs my face, to blow smoke to her mouth. I have a mini freak out bt she's hot af. 😂 So we do that and one thing leads to another, we're making out in the booth😂fun night😂

This!! 😩☝ Always share these stories. Have you guys talked since the “kiss”?

  • Victor: happy birthday, lyubov moya!
  • Yuuri: oh, you found out?
  • Victor: Phichit texted me last night because he had the feeling you'd conveniently forget to mention it...
  • Yuuri: I didn't want you to think you had to do anything special, you already do so much for me...
  • Victor: well, since I didn't have time to go shopping, I made you a present instead.
  • Yuuri: ... what are these?
  • Victor: favors! Whenever you want me to kiss you or something, you just give me the slip that says-
  • Yuuri: *grabs Victor by the collar* you think I need an "I owe you"? If I want a kiss, I'll take it.
  • Victor: ... please do.
  • Remus: Okay you need to kiss him like right now
  • Everyone: 3!
  • Remus: Don't be like last year. You accidentally kissed James. That was horrible
  • Everyone: 2!
  • Remus: Oh god I can't do it. Sirius is probably going to kiss some hot chick and I'll kiss my hand or something
  • Everyone: 1!
  • Remus: Nope no kissing Sirius now. I'm going to live alone in a cardboard box.
  • Everyone: Happy New Year!
  • Sirius: [kisses Remus] You dork, you realize you said everything out loud?
There are nightmares I don’t want to wake up from. In these nightmares, you’re still in my life. You haven’t left. We still kiss upon meeting, and you still laugh in that musical way you always used to. Every time, it’s something different we used to do. Maybe we go to different museums even though I always consider you the most captivating piece of art. Or maybe we’re watching Netflix and actually chilling. Or maybe we’re just holding each other in silence because the world is too loud. No matter what, it’s always good, great even. So why would I call these dreams nightmares? Because I always wake up not with a cold sweat, but with an intense longing and tears that taste like the last kiss we shared. My hands always reach out for you but you’re not there. Instead, I’m always greeted by the familiar empty space in my bed. Every time, I’m forced to remember exactly how things used to be, just to come back to reality where it’s almost like we never met. And to this day, I can’t say I wish we never did.
—  Nightmares // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (318/366)

A lot of people asked for this one (you all sinners), so I decided to took my time and made an animation. And that’s why it took me almost 3 week (so sorry for being late!)

I was going to colored it but photoshop is crashed on me tonight. So…maybe later…who knows. There are some obvious mistakes cause like…this is my 5th animation?but is a good practice and i actually enjoy doing them.

Kiss art challenge

(I’m not taking more requests, I’m just finishing the ones I’ve previously had)

If there is anything I still want to see from Yuri on Ice:

Victor and Yuuri’s domestic moments.

Victor and Yuuri hugging when they’re not on the ice rink, when it’s not done just as comfort and motivation before/after a performance. Victor and Yuuri going out on a date somewhere and casually holding hands like it’s something they do all the time. Victor and Yuuri having a casual conversation while smiling and tenderly gazing into each others eyes in their hotel room. Victor and Yuuri sleeping in one bed (and cuddling!). Victor and Yuuri randomly kissing each other/’s cheeks/foreheads/necks and smiling at each other fondly.

I really love what the anime is doing and I’m more than satisfied with what we’re getting, but I just wish we could see more of their life off the ice. I know that’s not the point of the anime and I know that they can’t really feature all of that when it’s just 12 episodes but I wish we could see more scenes like the ones we see in the ED in the actual episodes.

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Happy New Year! :D Wishing you all the best~

Technically, I’m super late with this, me being from the UK… So I’m just pretending to live in US time! XD

Sketched the kiss pic a few months back but never got around to finishing it. Err, the build-up to the kiss was pretty last minute hence why they’re still in pencil form– Hope you can still make out what’s going on there… ^_^;

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I’ve been in living hell for the past 3 days so I forgot to do mistletoe but now here it is. 

There are nightmares I don’t want to wake up from. In these nightmares, you’re still in my life. You haven’t left. We still kiss upon meeting, and you still laugh in that musical way you always used to. Every time, it’s something different we used to do. Maybe we go to different museums even though I always consider you the most captivating piece of art. Or maybe we’re watching Netflix and actually chilling. Or maybe we’re just holding each other in silence because the world is too loud. No matter what, it’s always good, great even. So why would I call these dreams nightmares? Because I always wake up not with a cold sweat, but with an intense longing and tears that taste like the last kiss we shared. My hands always reach out for you but you’re not there. Instead, I’m always greeted by the familiar empty space in my bed. Every time, I’m forced to remember exactly how things used to be, just to come back to reality where it’s almost like we never met. And to this day, I can’t say I wish we never did.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (318/366)

-Everyone didn’t expect Cheryl to be Bisexual

-Except Kevin, he knows when someone’s in the closet about their sexuality

-You’d met Cheryl through Josie, since you were her cousin

-When you saw how close Josie and Cheryl were you got super jealous, you thought they’d be endgame

-So you went to one of Cheryl’s parties one night, got super drunk, and kissed Reggie

-Then Cheryl got pissed, ripped you away from the dude

-”The only person going to be kissing your oblivious ass, drunk or sober, is me.”

-The only thing you remember for the rest of the night is that you guys laid together on her bed with your head resting on her boobies chest

-The next morning she goes up to you in school and kisses you

-”I had a feeling you wouldn’t remember our confessions last night, so I’ll do it for both of us. I like you, you like me. We’re dating now.”

-It’s not like you had much choice

-But you’re fine with that

-So Cheryl’s bitchy to everyone but you and Josie

-She’s actually quite protective of you

-She punched Reggie when he tried calling you a “Bitchy Dyke.”

-You’re the one having to drag her off of everyone that even looks at you wrong

-She’s the fiesty red head, your the calm and collected (h/c)

-She honestly doesn’t know where she’d be without you

-You’re the only one who truly knows what happened July 4th

-Or at least Cheryl’s experience

-She’s protective and possessive in public, but clingy and fluffy in private

-For example, your homescreen, your lockscreen, your locker, and your bedroom all have Cheryl’s little marks on it

-And by little marks I mean it’s 85% Cheryl Blossom

-She won’t let go of you two when you’re alone

-She’s like a monkey

-You don’t mind

-You’re actually the one constantly marking her

-”These bitches need to know your mine.”

-”(Y/N), I mostly get hit on by guys anyway.”

-”Isn’t that what I just meant?”

-You have to plan all the dates and stuff because she’s actually really uncoordinated

-She only knows how to plan school events

-With you she gets a lot more nervous about every little detail and making sure it’s perfect

-You try to assure her that you don’t care

-”But (Y/N) I DO! You deserve the best, and only the best. Anything short of perfection is unacceptable!”

-And you always have a smooth comeback

-”But Baby, you are perfection.”

-She always jumps you after a smooth comeback

-You both constantly watch each other’s back

-Because you’re both booty people

Originally posted by lindsemorgans

Zuko X Reader - Hopeless

Request:  Could I have an imagine for A:TLA? Zuko is hopelessly in love with you but while you do return his feelings, you refuse to make any ‘big’ decisions before the war is over, so could the imagine include his many attempts of sealing your hand for him? -Anon

Well, here ya go! It’s really long, like over 2000 words oops.


Yesterday you had kissed Zuko. Today you were avoiding him.

While you and Zuko were close, and you both had strong feelings for each other, you wanted to wait until the war was over and done with to make any rash decisions regarding your relationship with him. It would hurt you too much if something happened to him and you were together. At least this way, if one of you was seriously injured, or even killed, you wouldn’t be losing a partner. You’d only be losing your friend.

“(Y/N)-”

“Zuko, I told you. I can’t, okay? I can’t make any huge decisions right now.”

“Can I remind you that you kissed me yesterday? That seemed like a pretty huge decision.”

“I was tired and overcome with emotions then. I just think it’s best we not get involved romantically until after… all this.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I have to go, Zuko. Toph wanted to spar.” You began to walk away, but paused a moment to look back at the teen. “I just don’t want to risk losing my boyfriend as well as my best friend.” Zuko nodded, which you took as a cue to leave. Zuko understood the reasoning behind not wanting to make the decision before the war, but he thought that was all the more reason to make the decision. If you were about to go to war, it would be good to let go of your feelings, right?

Zuko was determined to at least get you to admit you loved him before the war was over.

Attempt #1: Flowers

“Katara?” Zuko held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was small, and the flowers were mostly wilted as they had been growing in a shady, sad spot in a forest, but it was a bouquet nonetheless. He was bringing them to the waterbender to see if she could maybe perk them up, or at least to see if the flowers had the stamp of approval before being given to you.

“Hmm?”

“I have a question. If someone gave you these flowers, would you accept them?” He held the small bouquet out to the girl, and she looked at them before reaching out a hand to hold them closer and take a better look.

“Well, they’re kind of sad, Zuko. Are these for (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.” He pulled his hand away as Katara grabbed the entire bouquet.

“Oh, nice flowers. I didn’t know you and Katara were a thing, Zuko.” You seemed to come out of nowhere, just in time to see Katara taking the flowers from Zuko’s outstretched hands.

“Oh no, I’m not- we’re not… I was just-”

“Relax, I was joking. Katara, Sokka wants us to go get some supplies.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” She handed the bouquet back to Zuko, giving him a quick look of pity before walking off with you. As you walked away from Zuko, Katara leaned closer to your ear. “They were for you, you know.” You sighed, nodding your head.

“I know.”

Zuko simply frowned at your receding figures. He was going to have to try harder to get you.

Attempt #2: Fire

It was a rare night, everyone huddled around a fire, laughing and acting like the world was alright. Katara and Aang sat next to each other, talking in hushed tones to themselves. Sokka was poking at the fire, making sure he kept it aflame despite the fact there were two individuals who could firebend sitting across from him. Toph was doing her best to make Sokka’s attempts fail, sticking rocks up into the fire and kicking pebbles in Sokka’s general direction. You and Zuko just sat next to each other, watching the others and occasionally saying a few words.

You were tired. It was rare you had a night that you weren’t stressing or working, and you wanted to take this opportunity to sleep early, but spending time with the rest of the Gaang was so rare that you were sticking it out. After your fifth yawn in twenty minutes, though, Zuko nudged your shoulder.

“Hey, go to bed if you’re so tired.”

“I’d much rather stay out here with everyone. Besides, it’s more comfortable out here, right?” You and Toph had bent some makeshift couch-like seats for everyone to sit on, and sitting with Zuko on one of the rock couches by a fire was much more comfortable than laying on the ground with only a blanket and a small, worn pillow.

“Go get some rest, (Y/N).”

“I’m not-” you yawned “-that tired.” Zuko simply rolled his eyes, as if to say, “Whatever you say,” and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Only thirty minutes later, however, you had fallen asleep. You were pressed against Zuko, arms wrapped around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. Your hair tickled his neck, and your breathing was loud, but he made no effort to move you. Instead, he asked Sokka to grab his blanket and pillow and got comfortable.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Aang’s laughter and Appa’s noises. You opened your eyes to see Aang playing with his beloved animal, which as strange because you didn’t remember falling asleep outside. It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized you and Zuko had fallen asleep around the fire. You quickly got up, leaving Zuko with the blanket, and went to change. You ran into Katara moments later, and she looked at you with knowing eyes.

“Friends fall asleep with friends, Katara,” you insisted, but she knew what was really going on. Zuko might just succeed in his quest after all.

Attempt #3: Sparring

It was good to practice, especially with the war coming up. You and Zuko were doing just that, sparring in an attempt to brush up on your skills.

“I’m probably not the best person to be practicing with,” you had said over and over, knowing that Zuko planned on going after his sister and that he should be practicing with Aang, a firebender. But Zuko had other plans. He didn’t really need to practice, he just wanted to spend some alone time with you, and work on getting you to admit your feelings out loud.

“It’s fine. It’s always nice to spar with an earthbender.”

“I can go get Toph, she’s a better opponent.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” With that, you two began to train. Toph had taught you some moves, and you were now able to sense where people were with your earthbending. You were practicing that by trying to spar Zuko with your eyes clamped shut.

“You sure you can do that?” he kept asking you, but you nodded every time.

“I’m good. I’m pro.” You would laugh and send a rock his way. Now, you were far from pro. You could kind of sense where he was going, but when it came to his bending, you had no clue when it was coming or where it was going. You were on your butt more than you were on your feet.

“Yeah, you’re a real pro,” Zuko said, holding his hand out to help you get up. You sensed this and reached out to grab it. He pulled you to your feet quickly, and you were launched up. You opened your eyes to see Zuko’s face mere inches away from yours, and you felt his arms hovering around your waist. “Sorry. You’re light,” he said, not making an effort to move away from you. He was staring into your eyes, and you were staring into his enchanting gold ones. You two stayed like this for what seemed like ages. You wanted to pull away, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to it.

“Hey, (Y/N), using those techniques I’ve been teaching you?” You were broken from your trance and quickly pulled away from Zuko, knowing that Toph would be able to sense how close you two were.

“Yeah. I’m not too good, though.” You laughed, glancing over at Zuko as you did so. “I kept getting knocked off my feet. Think we could practice some more?”

“Sure, I’m not doing anything.” Toph waved, motioning for you to follow her, and you shot Zuko a quick apologetic look.

“I’ll ask Aang if he wants to spar you. Seriously, it’d be better to train with someone who would actually be a challenge.” Zuko shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go to town for some food or something.” You shrugged and walked off with Toph, who was shooting you a grin.

“So, you and Zuko were pretty close together back there.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Attempt #4: Clothes

“Zuko! Hey, I need your help with something.” You had your head stuck out of your tent, and you were motioning for Zuko to come in. He slipped in and you immediately began to talk. “Okay, so I thought that since we’re hiding out in the Fire Nation for a bit I should wear some Fire Nation clothing, right? But I think I look ridiculous in it.”

“Ridiculous how?”

“Ridiculously out of place.”

“Let me see.” You dropped the blanket you were using to cover yourself to reveal your outfit. A red, midriff-baring top and a pair of simple red pants. Zuko began to laugh, and you quickly went to cover yourself again. “No, no. You only ridiculous because you tied the top wrong.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. Here, turn around, I’ll fix it.” You spun, and Zuko began to fix the top.

“Thanks. I’m glad I didn’t go outside looking like a complete idiot.” You could feel Zuko’s breath against your neck as he chuckled softly.

“Only I would’ve noticed.”

“Still.” You felt his hands brush against your back as he finished tying your top.

“There. I fixed you.” You turned around and gave him a smile.

“Thanks, Zuko.”

“No problem, (Y/N).” Once again you were in a situation where neither of you could look away. You were frozen.

“Well, I better leave. Now that I can go into town, I want to look at some stuff in this shop Katara told me about.” You broke the trance, moving around Zuko to leave your tent. “Thank you again.” Zuko simply smiled in response, and you left him alone in your tent.

Attempt #5: Before the Battle

“(Y/N).” You stopped to turn to Zuko, who had just called your name.

“Yeah?” You were getting ready to go with Katara and Zuko to find Azula, and you still had to grab one more thing when Zuko called you.

“Look, we’re about to go fight my sister. She’s really dangerous.” You nodded your head.

“I know, Zuko. Can I go? I have to grab something…”

“(Y/N), just wait.” He put his arm on your arm to keep you from leaving, and you looked up at him. Once again, you were trapped in his golden eyes. Slowly, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You found yourself almost kissing back, but you pulled away.

“Zuko, I-” Words escaped you. You couldn’t think of what to say. “I can’t kiss you.”

“But you have.” Zuko had tried to understand, but at this point, he couldn’t. You were kissing him back, dammit! But you still wouldn’t admit anything. “(Y/N), I love you. I’m in love with you, you know that. How could you not? But you still refuse to admit your feelings for me. I just want to hear it once, ‘I love you, Zuko.’ Just once, (Y/N).” You bit your lip.

“Zuko, I’m sorry. I’ve made my decision. Not until after this.” You shook your head, a sad look on your face. “Look, I have to grab something, then we can leave. Go get Katara.”

Zuko had messed up. He realized that as you walked away.

What Got You:

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Zuko was taunting Azula, something about not using lightning. Azula then shot some lightning at Katara, who Zuko quickly jumped in front of. He was struck, fell to the ground, and you heard yourself and Katara scream as Azula laughed. You began to sprint towards Zuko, but Azula shot at you with some fire, so you stayed back. Katara tried to approach him to heal him, but Azula then began to fire at her.

There were tears streaming down your eyes. You watched in fear as Azula went after Katara, but you knew the waterbender could handle herself, so you ran to Zuko. You collapsed beside him, held his hand, begged him to be alright. It felt like ages before Katara chained Azula down and ran over to heal the fallen prince.

“Thank you, Katara,” he mumbled after she had worked her magic. He sat up slowly and looked from Katara to you. You were both crying.

“Zuko,” you whispered through your tears. “Zuko, I thought you were going to…” You broke into tears again, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, momentarily forgetting his was injured. “I thought I was going to lose you.” Zuko loosened your grip around his body and looked you in the eyes. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“You tied your top incorrectly,” he said after a moment, causing you to giggle slightly through your tears. “It’s actually better that way, I think.” You couldn’t stand it anymore. You leaned in and captured his lips with yours. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, and you never wanted it to end.

“I love you,” you whispered against Zuko’s lips. “I’m in love with you.”

“I know,” Zuko mumbled back, a small smile playing on his lips. “Now kiss me again.”

Auston Matthews - Part 17

Big decisions…. 

By the time we break away from each other, there’s several more stars behind Auston and his hair is a rumpled mess.

“Sorry, I might have gone a little overboard,” I say softly, doing my best to flatten his hair back out.

Auston laughs and grabs my hand from his hair and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles and my belly clenches in response.

“Do we have to go back to the house?” He asks, his eyes trailing to my exposed neck again, although it’s a bit red in places. “I’ve waited to do that since I was sixteen years old,” he whispers, his fingers under my jaw, tilting my face up so he can peck me on the lips once more.

His words warm me even more and I smile against his lips.

“Really? Cause I’ve wanted to do that for the last four or five days,” I tease before pulling away.

Auston gives me that smile again and grabs my hand, pulling me into a sitting position. I look around and find the inner tube we rode just a few feet away.

“Least we still have a ride the rest of the way down,” I say, reaching over and pulling the tube over to us.

“You could have rode me,” Auston says, getting to his feet and grinning down at me.

“Oh my god, Auston!” I snap, my cheeks could melt the snow beneath me.

“You could have rode me while yelling that,” he adds, helping me to my feet and I smack his chest.

“Stop that!” I scold. “What if your mother heard you say that?”

Auston quirks an eyebrow at me, a devilish grin on his face. “She isn’t here now,” he says his eyes traveling down my body, although I’m not sure how desirable I look in snow pants and a winter jacket.

“As charming as that sounds, we need to go before someone comes looking for us,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

Auston gives me an exaggerated, disappointed sigh and flops down on the tube, holding his arms to me and this time I climb much more willingly onto his lap.  

The rest of the ride down the hill goes much smoother and I begin to wonder if it was actually our combined weight earlier that made us crash or if Auston purposely made us. Once we get everything put away, we make our way to the snow mobile and we glance at each other.

“I enjoyed my ride earlier,” Auston says after a moment of measuring each other up.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” I mutter, putting my helmet on and straddling the sled. “Let’s go.” I rev the engine and he laughs, climbing on behind me, much closer than need be, and wraps his arms around my waist.  

We beat Alex and Breyana to the house and are quickly recruited by Mr. and Mrs. Matthews to help pack up the car to go back to Toronto. I help downstairs before going to my room and getting my things together and stripping the sheets off the bed. I can hear when Alex and Breyana arrive and quietly close my door before they come up the stairs.

I go to the window and sit on the bench in front of it, staring outside at the sunset just visible behind the trees. Thankfully I’ve been able to avoid being questioned by Auston about what I’m going to do and I feel a sense of relief that we have a two hour ride back to Toronto where he won’t be able to ask. I remain in the room until I hear Mrs. Matthews calling me from the stairs that it’s time to go.

I throw on my coziest sweater that my mom packed and grab my headphones from my purse before climbing into the middle seat with Auston. This time I don’t mind the distance between us, I put my headphones on and pull my legs up to my chest, curled into a ball against the door. Alex says something to me but I pretend not to hear her.

Guilt begins to gnaw at me once we are half an hour into the drive. I can feel every time that Auston looks at me and I know exactly what’s going through his head. I glance into the backseat to see Breyana into whatever show she’s watching on her phone and Alex is passed out. I twist in my seat, my body now facing Auston and I stretch a leg out, just barely grazing his leg with my calf, but it’s enough to get his attention and I nudge him once. He meets my gaze and I nudge him again, leaning my head against the headrest and giving him a soft smile.

Auston doesn’t smile back but I can see his expression soften and he grabs my ankle, pulling my leg onto his lap. I take that as a good sign and spend the next hour and a half staring out the sunroof, very aware of the small circles Auston is making on the bare skin of my ankle with his thumb. What am I going to do?

I start complying a list of pros and cons of each of my options and instead of making anything easier, it feels like I’m slowly ripping my heart into pieces. I let out a frustrated sigh which Mrs. Matthews hears me and looks back at me.

“Everything alright, dear?” She asks, motherly concern plain on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say quietly and Auston squeezes my ankle, but I ignore him.

A few minutes outside of Toronto my phone vibrates on my lap.

Talk tonight. No excuses.

Go figure, it’s from Auston. I want to argue and tell him I just want to go to bed but I know that won’t fly.

               Fine.

               Once we get back to Auston’s apartment, I am quick to avoid him, helping bring everything upstairs and then shut myself in the bathroom to shower. I ponder if I can just pretend to fall asleep, he wouldn’t dare come out into the living room and get me if his sisters are there. Right as I step out of the shower, my phone vibrates with another message from Auston.

               Don’t even bother pretending to fall asleep. Ill just wake u.

               How does he do that?

               I snap my phone back down on the counter and stare at myself in the mirror. A normal person would be exhausted from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten the last week, but as someone who spends most of her nights awake in her backyard, there’s not a dark circle to be seen. However, there’s a miserable look about my expression that even I can see. I’m ninety percent sure about what I’m going to choose, even if I don’t feel confident in said choice and it makes me miserable.

               After dressing and brushing out my hair, I peek out of the bathroom and see Mr. and Mrs. Matthews’ door is already shut, meaning they already went to bed. My stomach plummets and I desperately hope that Alex and Breyana don’t fall asleep right away. I make my way out into the living room and immediately feel Auston’s eyes on me from his seat in the chair next to Breyana. Avoiding his gaze I climb over Alex into my spot on the end and sit up with my back against the couch portion of the pullout.

               Grabbing my pillow, I pull my knees to my chest and push the pillow to the bottom half of my face and instantly my senses are overloaded by the smell of Auston. I find some comfort in that and relax a little, but still my head whirls around what I’m supposed to say to him later.

               The four of us watch T.V. in silence for a while until Auston announces he’s going to bed. I peek at him as he stands and he meets my gaze, unsmiling. I quickly look away and focus on the T.V. To my dismay, Breyana instantly falls asleep the second I hear Auston close his door. I quickly get Alex’s attention and engross her in a meaningless conversation, but it doesn’t last long and she too drifts off to sleep. I sit there for several minutes unsure about what I’m supposed to do, the T.V. switches off, it’s sleep timer ending.

               Almost instantly there’s a message on my phone screen and I make a face at it.

               I heard the tv turn off, are they asleep?

               No.

               I lie and I watch my screen anxiously, hoping and praying he just goes to bed.

               Liar. If ur not in here within 2 minutes im coming out there.

               I fidget in my spot, he wouldn’t really come out here, would he? Probably. I hesitate another minute before slowly standing up and watch Alex and Breyana to make sure their breathing doesn’t change. I slowly back down the hallway towards Auston’s room and keep my eyes on them, almost hoping they do wake up and ask me what the hell I’m doing.

               Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky and soon find myself outside Auston’s bedroom. I’m not sure whether to knock or not but I decide against it and slowly open the door and slip in. Almost instantly Auston’s hands are on my face, pulling me in for a rough kiss. Oh, okay.

               “I thought I did something wrong,” he finally mutters against my lips after breaking away from me.

               “What? Why?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

               “You haven’t talked to me since the hill, I thought maybe you regretted kissing me earlier or something,” he responds and I can see embarrassment on his face which melts my heart.

               “Auston,” I whisper before closing the distance between us and meeting his lips with my own. I press against him and realize he isn’t wearing a shirt and I take the opportunity to do a little exploring with my hands. Auston presses me back against the door with a thud and we both freeze, listening for any sounds in the living room. After we hear nothing but silence, Auston pulls away from me.  

               “Are you trying to distract me?” Auston asks, his eyes wandering down to my stomach and I realize my shirt had ridden up, my hands quickly pull it back down and I turn scarlet again.

               “I didn’t do that! You did by pushing all up against me!” I snap, still pulling at my shirt even though it’s back in its proper place.

               “Hey, only fair. Shirt for a shirt,” he teases me and my eyes instantly travel down his torso.

               “Nope, not a chance,” I grumble and look past him into his room. It’s much like the living room, the feeling of Arizona is here as well. There’s pictures on his dresser and on the walls and I can’t help but smile at them, the majority have his family smiling around him. I brush my finger against the frame of the picture from his draft day.

               “Your mom called me that day. I could barely understand her, she was crying and switching between English and Spanish,” I smile at the memory. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her more proud.”

               Auston stands just behind me, looking at the picture as well, a smile playing on his face.

               “Still, I meant what I said, I’m pretty sure she loves you more than me,” Auston says, teasing me.

               I laugh and shake my head, “Not a chance.”

               We talk a few more minutes about a couple other pictures and then we settle down on his bed, facing each other. At first he seems a bit distracted by me being on my bed and I can see the change in his eyes.

               “No,” I say, putting my finger in front of my face, trying to be stern. “No touching or kissing until later.” He pouts at me for a moment and his normal expression is back.

               “What do you really want to do?” He asks and I know this time it’s serious talk.

               “I honestly don’t know,” I start. “I wasn’t exaggerating the other day. I truly am terrified at the very thought of leaving home. I know it’s stupid but even being away for more than a few days I get homesick,” I pause a moment and realize with a pang that I haven’t been homesick all week. Before I can think much more about it, Auston cuts in.

               “It’s not stupid. I get it,” he says. “I never realized that I always had my mom with me no matter where I went, so I never had to miss home.”

               I smile at him since he isn’t looking at me, it’s beyond adorable how much he loves her.

               “In the car tonight, I was making a list of pros and cons for both staying in Ann Arbor and coming to Toronto,” I tell him quietly, criss-crossing my legs and pick at the blanket beneath me with my hands.  

               “And? How did that go?” He asks, also watching my fingers work against the blanket.

               “Horrible, I only have one con for one and about fifteen for the other, it’s an obvious decision but I just… don’t know,” I trail off with a sigh. Auston remains silent, waiting for me to go on.

               “I’m terrified, Auston. Never in my life have I ever thought I would fail at anything, I thought I was a person who could take chances and would know the outcome. There’s so much pressure on all sides, my parents think I’m this brilliant girl who can just absorb information and keep it. They don’t realize how hard I’ve had to work, the hours spent studying and missing out on typical college student things. Did you know I’ve never once been to a party?” I’m starting to ramble again, but he doesn’t stop me.

               “I’m worried that if I come here, within a few years I’m going to get burnt out. This is quite literally all I know, but I don’t want it to be work. I want to be able to go to either work or class and not counting the minutes until I get to leave. At home I get that freedom, I’m just going to classes and working on other things in my spare time. I don’t have the pressure of keeping a scholarship or the possibility of letting so many people down. I can’t have a job that requires me to stay all day and put everything I have into it because I don’t have much right now.” I can feel tears threatening to flow over and I angrily swipe at my eyes. Auston waits a moment to make sure I’m done to speak.

               “Y/N,” he starts, putting his hand on mine and pulling it away from his face. “I’ll be honest and tell you that I know the bare minimum of what you’re going through right now. But I’ll tell you what my mom has told me about you and what I’ve learned about you the past five days. You are everything that your parents think you are; brilliant, passionate, dedicated beyond belief… You self-taught yourself until you got to college and when you got there everyone was a hundred miles behind you.

               Mom said after your first day you called her and told her that your professors didn’t know what to do with you because there was nothing left for them to teach you. I don’t think many people can say that’s happened to them in their lifetime. Even now, when you’re supposed to be on vacation, every time you walk by a window you look at the sky, every time you step outside it’s all you see. Y/N, you even do it in the daytime and I can see your eyes going back and forth knowing exactly where, in a few hours, certain things are going to be. It’s amazing. I’m not going to tell you what to do by any means and I don’t have any advice on what to do, but I am going to tell you to remember that you are that brilliant girl that your parents think you are, that my parents think you are. Because you deserve to think of yourself that way, you’ve earned it. You have earned everything that has been offered to you.”

               I sit there staring at him in rapt silence, my fingers have stopped picking at the blanket and even the tears in my eyes seem frozen. I open my mouth to talk, but nothing comes out.

               Auston watches me, eyebrows raised. “What? Didn’t think I had that side to me?”

               “No, no!” I finally splutter out, coming to my senses. “I just… I didn’t expect that.”

               “I told you,” Auston chuckles. “Mom talks about you every time she calls me, I know a lot more about you as a person than you realize. I know you’re the type of person that holds everything in because you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Venting is a good thing, makes you think about things before you say them and what not.”

               “So, you’re just being one of those therapists that pretends to write down what I’m saying and eventually I figure out the problem myself?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

               “Yep, pretty much,” he says, giving me a grin and flipping through the channels on his T.V.

               “So… I can go to bed now?”

               “I would prefer you didn’t,” Auston says and I can’t help but smile.

               “Why not?”

               “Because this will most likely be the last time we can be alone together until you go home, either to pack your things or to stay for good,” Auston says, not even looking up from the T.V.

               I realize with a pang that he’s right and I move closer to him, leaning back like he is and we spend the next two hours talking, laughing and poking fun at each other in quiet voices. Auston eventually drifts off to sleep, and I can’t help but watch him. His bruises have already faded and his breathing is even and surprisingly calming.

               Once the clock turns to three in the morning, I slip off the bed as quietly as I can. I’m almost to the door when I hear him behind me.

               “Y/N?” He asks and I turn around, his eyes are still closed but his head is turned in my direction.

               “Yes?” I whisper back.

               “It’s later,” he mumbles and I can see the smirk on his face from here.

               Moving back to the bed, I lean down over him and kiss the hollow of his throat, trailing soft kisses up his throat and jaw, finally reaches his mouth where I give him another gentle kiss.

               “Goodnight, Auston,” I whisper, but he’s already asleep again, the soft smile still in place.

               I make my way into the living room and consider getting back into bed with Alex and Breyana, but instead find myself sitting in a chair by the window, my eyes scanning the sky, thinking about everything that was said in the last three hours.

               My eyes stay trained on the North Star and I wish beyond belief that for once I wasn’t being pulled in two very opposite directions.  

A Bo Burnham Gif Board for Tonight’s Episode

my thoughts on Jarco:

As long as Marco is happy, I’m happy. haha they are cute

My thoughts on Starco’s current state:

what.

My reaction to Star being jealous:

yep, I expected that….it was going to happen eventually so why not now, y’know?

My reaction to Star being cute with Janna:

HONESTLY THEY ARE SO CUTE I LOVE MY LESBIAN DAUGHTERS

And Last BUT NOT LEAST,

My reaction to the Kiss:

AND

GO MARCO YOU JUST KISSED THE GIRL YOU HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH FOR YEARS! My little Starco heart is pissed off but the part of my heart where Jarco is is quite happy. I am proud of Marco for actually doing it. Sad that the first kiss between one of the two main characters was not each other, but Marco literally just kissed his dream girl WITHOUT puking on her. 

Embarrassment and Hickeys

Summary: The team tease you about the hickeys on your neck.

Word Count: 378

Warnings: none

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Jean is terrified of his new team. With the Ravens, he knew what to expect, how to act, what to do in any situation… He was an actor on his own life, always having to behave in a certain way. He always knew the script.

So when he meets the Trojans damn he is terrified. His new team is loud, and scandalous, and love to touch each other (and not with punches wtf) and hug and kiss and he is just paralyzed at this.

He has been taught he only have to talk when required, emotional connections are worthless and never show your feelings.

But with the time, he finds himself being less scared.

Because his team knows. He hasn’t talked to them that much but they know.

They know that if you want to give an exy advice to Jean you have to do it kindly. They know that Jean likes to stay at the court after practice to be even better so they take turns to stay with him so he doesn’t have to be alone. They know Jean doesn’t like going to parties (too much people, he tried once and had a panic attack) so they tried to found something to connect with him that wasn’t exy. Jeremy discovered he liked to stay late watching old French movies on TV so Laila searched for any cinema that played something like that and all of the team started going with Jean. Sometimes, it isn’t even all the team. Sometimes, it gets too loud and full so once a month it’s only Jean and Jeremy in the cinema (date goals tbh)

It’s not going to be easy to adapt. Sometimes, Jean thinks he is never going to fit with them. But he discovers, it’s so easy to be happy with his team.

He smiles more. He almost laugh (Jeremy discovered him trying not to laugh at his team being silly so Jean stopped, Jeremy was smiling all the day because of this). He try to do nice things to them as they do with him. He tries new things because he knows that make them happy. He starts opening more to the Trojans.

Next game, when Jeremy is doing a stupid dance bc they won, Jean laughs. It’s a quiet laugh but still. Everyone notices but doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable so they ignore it. Except Jeremy, who does visual contact with him. Jean smiles and Jeremy smile grows even more.

In that moment, Jean is not terrified anymore. He is happy.

Request: Silence treatment

Request: Can you do a fic where you’re Happy/Kozik’s Old Lady and you’re talking o him, then he says something like “Can’t you keep quiet for a sec? You’re annoying.” So you give him the silent treatment until he apologizes??? 


Originally posted by wakinguptheneighbours

“I never thought Happy would settle down”. I had heard this comment thousand times since Happy and I started to date, people used to think we wouldn’t last. We proved them wrong. I had his crow, was officially his old lady and we just had moved together. The house was great, beautiful, but we still had several things to do, to fix and buy.

Happy was at TM, working and I was waiting for him inside the clubhouse, so we could go home together. I spent that time making a list of everything we needed for the house. My old man walked in and winked at me. I smiled and welcomed him with a kiss. Happy sat next to me and asked Chuck for a beer. I thought it was a good moment to talk about my list.

“Babe, I made a list”, I said, sliding it in front of him. Happy glanced down at it and took a swig of his beer.

“About what?”, he groaned, turning his eyes to the TV. Tig had just turned it on so they could watch a football game.

“Things we need for the house”, I continued to talk, “We need to fix the stairs on front and that doorbell sounds awful, we need another one. You need to check the garage’s roof, I think there is a leak… Hm, there is a sprinkler on the garden that isn’t working really well, I think we need another one. Talking about buy things… I guess we should buy another dinner table, a bigger one, so we could receive…”

“Can’t you keep quiet for a sec?”, Happy groaned without looking away from the TV, “You are annoying”

First, I was shocked. He never had talked to me like that before. I knew he wasn’t a talkative person, whispering his “I love you” just for me to hear them and showing his love with actions. However, Happy had never complained about my moments rambling about something and he actually listened me. Then I noticed he hadn’t heard a sing word I said, he was paying attention on the game. All he had heard was someone talking about something close to him and the sound was bothering him. I glared at Happy, waiting. He only looked away from the screen when Tig cleared his throat. Twice.

“What?”, Happy glared at his brother, who turned his gaze to me. My old man finally looked at me and I just raised an eyebrow at him, “What? What is going on?”

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my purse and the list, marching out of the clubhouse. Happy could stay there for the night or go home, it didn’t matter because I wouldn’t be talking with him either way.

—————

Obviously, it didn’t took long for Happy to come home. I had just arrived when I heard his bike. I was at the kitchen, making dinner, but paying attention to the sounds he was making. Closing the garage door, entering the house, the thuds of boots, keys on the table and kutte on a chair.

“Baby”, he called and I forced myself to look at the pan in front of me. He waited for a second and then sighed, “You were talking to me, I didn’t pay attention, I’m sorry”

I just nodded, without looking away, but I knew he was close. Happy sighed again and rested his hands on my hips, he put little kisses over my shoulder while I stood still.

“Can you tell me what is on your list?”, he asked, caressing my arms. I slapped his hands and strayed from him. I found the list inside my purse and handed to him before continue to make dinner, “Y/N?”

I didn’t answer. Happy growled, grabbed a beer on the fridge and sat on the dinner table, reading the list. I could feel his eyes on me while I cooked, but I told myself not to look at him. He kissed my cheek and said he would take a bath before dinner. I settled the table and when he entered the room I was already eating. Happy made his plate and sat by my side, reaching for my hand.

“Aren’t you going to talk to me?”, he asked. Yes, his voice was calm and sweet and yes, I hated this, but he deserved to suffer a little bit, “I said I was sorry baby, please”

I continue to eat and Happy started to talk about his day. Usually, I would pay attention and offer him my opinion, but that night I just listened. We finished dinner and washed the dishes in silence. After it, we would cuddle and watch TV before go to bed, but not that night. I ignored him and went straight to the bedroom. I put on my pajamas and did my night routine. When I left the bathroom, Happy was laying on bed, waiting for me.

“Are you going to kick me out of our bed too?”, he raised an eyebrow and that moment I thought about actually doing it, but then his eyes softened. Happy sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my hand, I let him pull me closer, “I’m sorry baby. I wasn’t listening you and I was rude. Your list is important and I should have paid attention. You are not annoying and I’m so sorry for what I said. Please, baby girl, forgive me”

Happy kissed my hands and looked up, waiting. I sighed and straddled him, caressing his scalp. He smiled, resting his hands on my lower back and looking at me. “That hurt”, I said and he nodded, “I know I can talk too much sometimes and that you are the opposite, but we have to do it if we want this to work okay?”

“Okay”, Happy smiled and pecked my lips, “Wanna talk about that list now?”

“No. We had an argument honey, we should make up”, I smirked, “Do you wanna talk?”

“No”, he growled and opened my robe, trailing a path of kisses from my neck to the top of my breasts.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so”, I smiled.

I’m Here (Sherlock x reader) fluff


I wasn’t sure how this would end up like and to be honest I didn’t think I’d be into making this but once I started I kinda couldn’t stop and the story almost wrote itself! I loved making this which surprised me.

Based on this request: Maybe a Sherlock x reader just after TRF and Sherlock just came back to 221B to his girlfriend (who still lives there) and she cries when he’s back and he just holds her and hugs her and Kisses ! On ! Top ! Of ! Her ! Head ! and fluff so much fluff (Idec what you do with this but this was the first thing I could think of as a plot, feel free to even change the readers gender/make it neutral)


It had been two years. Not that you had been counting days going by, but you were constantly keeping in mind how long it had been since you last saw him. Your mind wouldn’t let go of the events that haunted you even if you tried to block all memories and feelings that dwelled inside of you. Waking up for the first months were hard. You barely slept and when you did you woke up by feeling suffocated, your heart ached and head dizzy. Day after day it became less of a struggle to shut down the panic that woke you up but the clock went on. It was like you were starring a bad drama movie where every day was shot with the day numbered on the right corner of the screen. The days how long he’d been gone.

You had moved out for the first three months, barely even calling Mrs. Hudson who was worried about you more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You assured her you would pay the rent but that you would also be back when you were ready. Then when you were Mrs. Hudson was very melancholic towards you. She was happy for you were back home but also worried you couldn’t take it to be around the house.

You had went through an internal fight would you want Mrs. Hudson to clear the remains of the old residents belongings from mostly the living room. It took you time, the time you put through your moving. You didn’t want to forget him, but you also didn’t want to be reminded how he was gone. Entirely. You decided to suggest Mrs. Hudson to put away all the paper work and some of his personal items such as the skull and so on, but not to get rid of anything. You would dig into all those files and old cases when you would be ready.

The day you moved in was a cloudy and dry day. The weather felt suffocating, signaling there would be rain coming in next few days and that it would last long. You were actually glad the sunny days were over but then again hated the possibility of needing to fortify inside for the rainy season. You didn’t look forward to shut yourself in the flat you feared to visit for so long.

When the cab pulled over, your gaze fell on the dark blue door. The golden numbers on the door and the knocker made your stomach turn. Even on the outside you could feel the effect of what the house had on you. You took a long breath and stepped out of the car. In time you were out Mrs. Hudson had slipped through the door and with a sad smile and wet eyes at the sight of you she came down the stairs and enveloped you to a warm hug.

You didn’t have much with you back then, most of your stuff had been left behind in Baker Street when you left and untouched. Only one bag with you. It had some clothes in there but that was mostly it since you already had a toothbrush and so on laying around the flat Mrs. Hudson rented.

Mrs. Hudson barely left your side that day, or the whole week to be exact. She was probably trying to minimize the possibility of you breaking down even though it did happen every time she wasn’t there. She of course insisted to do all the groceries for the first month you had moved back in and you were sure to show her your gratitude. You spent time with her. You didn’t much spent time in your part of the house, constantly visiting her apartment. You watched tv, drank tea, talked and just sat in silence. At times you felt like a burden. An old lady being your only company and every day following on her tail if she did anything. But Mrs. Hudson never complained. She did at times ask you to call or visit John Watson, also having occasional rage quits of how the man never called or visited her or the two of you. You, just like John, declined visiting him. You thought it to be too much for you.

When you were hanging in your flat, Mrs. Hudson now and then coming over to make you tea or cooking for you, you usually found yourself sitting on his chair. You could feel your heart crushing and it became hard to breathe at times. You also wondered to his bedroom, which was one of the places you had forbid Mrs. Hudson to never enter. It was regular for you to sit on his bed, only at the edge, trying to leave as little of your own sent in his room. Though you couldn’t keep it up long. You cried most of the time visiting the room and then waking up, curled up on his bed and hands tightly gripping the blanket. It became your safe heaven. A place you would enter when you felt bad or when you couldn’t sleep. There you could. Every time you went in and closed your eyes, your nostrils filled with the sent of his lulled you to sleep faster than even sleeping pills could. The first time Mrs. Hudson surprised you for sleeping in his bed she didn’t say anything. She only smiled sadly at your sleeping form and left the room as quietly as she had entered. She never questioned you when at mornings you came from his bedroom, sometimes even wearing his robe. You would eat breakfast together in silence.

Those two years had started to go faster when you had made peace with your mind. With the fact he was gone and you were moving on. You were living in the house where he used to be with you. But he wouldn’t be back. And you had become one with that fact. Or as much as you were able to.

Like every other morning you were making tea. Mrs. Hudson was out, probably in the store, you didn’t actually depend on her that much anymore which made you a little nonchalant of her absence. You were actually reminding every one of him, as you wore his long robes, your hair always a mess and barely leaving the flat. You also weren’t a clean person. Making as much of a mess as he used to, but it made the place look like it was supposed to look like.

You pulled the curtains aside in mornings, but when it was getting dark out you closed them. You never kept lights on the living room, leaving it dim or light by the daylight creeping in from the narrow windows. Now the room was under the light that shone from out side, it made the room look alive. It looked like someone lived there, but it didn’t look like he lived there. Not anymore. Not for a long time.

You stood next to his table which was even now filled with papers and you would be lying if you told anyone you knew exactly what was on those papers and notebooks that were spread on the wooden table. You had a cup of tea in your hands, your thumb caressing the porcelain surface of the cup, your mind slipping away to unimportant things.

You were struggling against closing the curtains. Mrs. Hudson always complained how dark it was around in the apartment and how you needed to go out and see the outside world. This was your compromise with her, keeping the blinds away but still refusing going out.

The door opened. You heard Mrs. Hudson start to get up the stairs in a rush. You closed your eyes in irritated manner, rolling your eyes under your lids. You sighed aloud and without turning you called for your landlady over your shoulder: ”No need to hurry, I’m not going anywhere as you know.”

The sound stopped. Mrs. Hudson had surely made her stop at the top of the stairs, under the door way and making no sound. Your patient already wearing thin you were about to snap at her when you heard a voice. A voice that called your name. The deep, man like voice, something that made you want to remember something. It was that sound that made your mind stop. It froze. You couldn’t compute what was going on, how you knew that voice. Something told you you weren’t supposed to remember. You turned.

It was going through a memory, a very alive looking memory. Like you were in future where you could dive into your memories like in Harry Potter. So alive looking.

A suffocated gasp left your lips. It echoed in slow motion in the air, your hands flying over your mouth, the tea cup falling on the floor and shattering, the tea splattering around and wetting the carpet. You didn’t need time to take in the sight in front of you, as his looks and appearance rushed into you like you hadn’t been through a day with out him. His almost raven like curly hair messy as always, slightly shorter than before, wearing his long coat, blue scarf and the collar of the coat covering his neck along side with the scarf. His skin was pale as ever, eyes incredibly clear and beautiful, open. He looked almost as shocked as you. He was breathing heavily, his lips apart and eyes taking in your form. He was about to say something, a smile trying to find it’s way on his lips, but that is when your sight became blurry. With a cry of ”It can’t be you.” your legs gave in and you were collapsing on the floor, on the pieces of glass but you fell on strong supportive hands. Your knees were bent, but didn’t hit the floor thanks to your savior. He took your whole form in his arms, holding you close to his chest while you cried.

”It’s not really you.” You sobbed in a heart breaking voice. You felt him shake, but you denied he was crying. He couldn’t be there. You had gone mad. You had lost yourself even if you had been doing so great lately. Maybe it was because of wearing his clothes and sleeping in his room you had started to hallucinate. You could hear him trying to convince you he was really there, answering to your suspicions and doubts of your well being.

”I’m here. It’s really me, (Y/n)” He muttered in your hair. You wrapped your hands around his waist and held onto him tight, never stopping from crying. Sherlock pulled you on the couch, his right hand in your hair and his lips on your hair line. He kept assuring you he was really there and kissed your temple now and then. You could hear from his voice he was as emotional as you were by now.

”Sherlock-” Your voice broke in the start of your sentence, Sherlock hushed you and pulled you even closer to him.

”It’s okay. I’m here.” It was all he said for the next twenty minutes. He held you close to his chest and kept kissing your scalp as you didn’t dare to face him. He never attempted on pushing you away or forcing you to look at him, but you knew he would need to see your face sooner rather than later and you wanted it too, but not sure your sanity could take it you kept your face hidden.

When your crying came to a stop, dry sobs and sniffles heard from you, you dared to move your face but only to face the wall. Your right ear was on top of Sherlock’s chest and you listened to his heart beating. You wanted to stay there for till the end. You could very well die there and be happy.

You felt Sherlock move slightly and because of a reflect you turned to face him, worried he’d leave. He had only moved his head down to look at you and now he fully saw you. Your face was red, eyes dry, but to him it was enough you were there. In his arms. Finally in his reach.

He kissed the top of your head repeatedly, kept his hold on you and let you lay on top of him for as long as you wanted and as long as he needed. He had missed you as much as you had missed him, he wouldn’t deny that. He didn’t want to loosen his hold on you, he needed you to be there for just a little longer. And that is where the two of you stayed. You lay on top of him until you fell asleep and the two of you slept there for an hour, holding each other very closely.

gather round kids i’ve got a little story to tell you: 

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered For just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away? I do recall now the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement I ran off the plane That July 9th The beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms. But now I’ll go sit on the floor Wearing your clothes All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss I never thought we’d have a last kiss Never imagined we’d end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips. I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you’re showing off again And I roll my eyes and then You pull me in I’m not much for dancing But for you I did Because I love your handshake, meeting my father I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something There’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions And I’ll go sit on the floor Wearing your clothes All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss Never thought we’d have a last kiss Never imagined we’d end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it’s nice where you are And I hope the sun shines And it’s a beautiful day And something reminds you You wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind So I’ll go sit on the floor Wearing your clothes All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss Never thought we’d have a last kiss Never imagined we’d end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips Just like our last kiss Forever the name on my lips Forever the name on my lips Just like our last…